Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (3 page)

We spend the next two hours like that. Talon and Kyle trading positions and loving on me as hard as they can. That is until I can no longer keep my eyes open. I’m exhausted and I have so much work to do, but I fall asleep in their arms.
 

When I wake up, there are two boxes, along with all of my luggage, stacked in the room, but the guys are nowhere to be found. Obviously they packed me up, but I needed to go through that stuff. Shit, what am I going to wear tonight? What the hell time is it anyway? I roll over to look at the clock. “Shit.” It’s nearly two and we have to leave by four. I stretch; my body is deliciously sore from their treatment of me earlier. I soak up the aches, but my stomach is rolling. I swallow hard. God, I hope I’m not getting sick. Then the image of the ‘not pregnant’ test comes to mind. Relieved, yes. Disappointed that it wasn’t positive? I’m surprised by the realization that for some reason I wanted it to be positive.
 

For just the briefest of moments, hope blossomed. When you’ve spent the majority of your adult life on birth control dealing with the problems that I have, that tiny ounce of hope was enough to wash all doubt away. It would certainly explain a few things. Like the fatigue I feel. I was tired after only being at the mall for an hour yesterday. Eating rejuvenated me, but it didn’t last long. I’m glad they came to meet me because it was the boost in energy I needed to keep me going. Hell, I passed out on them last night.
 

To top that off, I feel bloated and my breasts feel heavier. I’d chalk it up to normal, pre-period behavior, but rarely have my breasts been a factor. Then again, Talon was latched onto them for the longest time this morning.
 

I stretch and the nausea rolls through me again, but it passes quickly. I head for the shower.
 

“Baby girl?” I hear Kyle call from the bedroom.
 

“In here,” I holler back. I just finished putting on my bra and panties. I found them laid out for me on the bathroom counter.
 

“Hey, you doing okay?” he asks from the doorway of the bathroom.

“Yes and no,” I tell him. It’s true. I still don’t feel at a hundred percent; add to that the disappointment still plaguing me. When I was in the shower, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be pregnant, and that of course brought me back down emotionally.
 

“What’s wrong?” Kyle asks as he comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on my neck.
 

“Yes, I’m okay, and no I’m not. I’m not because I’m not feeling the best. I haven’t really been feeling great since we got here, but I just chalked it up to the fact that I’ve been so tired.”
 

He looks at me in the mirror, his blue eyes meeting my too bright green eyes. “What can I do?” he asks and I’m not sure I have an answer for him.
 

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m not sure if I’m catching a cold, or what, but I just feel achy.”
 

“Did we jump the gun with that test this morning? Maybe you’re getting your period. Or…” He drifts off, but there is no hint of fear in his eyes and I’m comforted by that. Maybe what they said earlier still stands true.
 

“What if I am? What if we just took the test too soon?” I see a flash of fear in his eyes, but it dissipates quickly.
 

“You say that like you’re disappointed. Talk to me, Addison,” Kyle whispers softly.
 

“At first I felt relief because, well hell, we’ve only been together a few weeks.”
 

“Is that the only reason you felt relief?” he asks quietly.
 

“Honestly, no. I was relieved because I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby, but then the disappointment started to set in. I’ve spent so much time convinced that getting pregnant is impossible, so the chance that I could be got me a little more excited than I thought only to find out it was negative. Then after you and Talon saw the test both of your attitudes changed, shifting everything. It was like you were both relieved and it became okay to talk about it again. But the disappointment started ringing. I don’t know if I can have children, and I’ve been so wrapped up in my own career that I never really thought about it. But I’m also scared to death.”

“Do something for me, baby girl?” Kyle asks softly. I nod. “If you’re not already pregnant, and you want a baby at some point, you know damn well that Talon and I would make it happen. No matter what. So try not to be disappointed, I’m sure there is some way we can make it happen.”
 

I feel like crying again. Just the fact that he holds me just a little tighter to his chest, comforting me, is enough to make me want to burst into tears.
 

I manage to keep it together and Kyle leaves me so I can finish getting ready. I decide to wear the outfit that Talon bought me before the Minneapolis show. I pair the black tank-top jumpsuit with the lacy overlay that’s actually a dress and my black calf height three-inch heel boots. The ensemble looks great. I leave my hair down so that it’s wavy and free flowing down my back. We’re taking the buses to the mall since we’re leaving immediately after this little shindig for Chicago. The band has an early morning radio appearance and it will take us a good seven hours to get there. This event is due to be over around eight, but it will realistically be more like nine to ten before we get out of there, on the buses and finally on the road.
 

When I leave the bedroom, Talon and Kyle are both talking with Mills while the rest of our luggage is being loaded onto hotel carts to be taken downstairs. Mills smiles at me, but keeps talking. Talon turns his head, smiles widely and goes back to talking to Mills, probably about tonight.
 

“Addison?” Kyle calls and I look at him. “We need someone to introduce the band tonight. Normally I’d do it, but…”
 

“You want me to do it?” I ask with a smile.
 

He nods, “If you feel up to it.”
 

I smile wider. “I’d love to.”
 

While they finish up their conversation I grab my iPad and load up my email. I can look at it on the ride over. Once Mills, Kyle and Talon are done talking, we get ready to leave. “Thanks again for packing me up,” I tell my guys, and they both smile.
 

“We tried to wake you a few times and we weren’t exactly quiet while we were doing it, but you had no intention of waking up,” Talon says and he comes over to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me. “You look amazing, angel.”
 

I blush. “Thank you. You should like it, you picked it out.”
 

He smirks. “I did, though I had more ideas about how to take it off of you than what it would look like on.” I feel his hand brush across my nipple and it aches slightly. I flinch. “Whoa, you okay?” His face grows concerned quickly.
 

“You weren’t exactly gentle with them this morning.” I give him a secret smile. “Not that I’m complaining, but now I’m paying the price.”
 

“I’m sorry, angel.”
 

I tap his nose with my finger. “Don’t be. It’s alright. If you both behave, I might let you make it up to me,” I tease and Talon releases me. Kyle is there to quickly take his place.
 

“I agree. You look amazing. Feeling better?”
 

I do a quick assessment. “Yes, actually.”
 

He smiles. “Good.”
 

“Alright guys, time to go.” Mills tells us as he comes back into the room. Kyle and Talon take my hands in theirs and we leave the room.
 

Once on board, I go back through my emails. “The guys went out last night?” I ask, though my voice is more accusatory than questioning.
 

“Yeah, well, they stayed late at the mall, there’s a couple of bars up on the fourth floor. Why?” Talon asks.
 

“Because they made the news.”
 

“Oh no, badly?” he says.
 

I smile. “No, just some splash pieces on where they were. They appear to have behaved themselves.”
 

“Which is more than I can say for the three of you,” Dex quips as he comes on the bus. I blush, of course, which only eggs Dex on a little more. “You would think, after handling those two, you wouldn’t blush so much. Unless they’re boring in bed. In which case, you know where to come for a good time.” Dex flicks his tongue at me.
 

“Oh I have plenty of fun, fuck you very much,” I tease Dex.
 

“Ooh she’s feisty. Tell me, boys, how do you wrangle her in?”
 

“Stuff it, Dex,” Talon says, and the look on his face is pretty stern.
 

“No, seriously, how do you do it?”
 

“Drop it, Dex,” Kyle warns and Talon and Kyle exchange a look. I can’t see it, but it is a little too encouraging to Dex.
 

“Oh come off it, why don’t you two just get a room,” Dex snorts. Talon and Kyle exchange another look. “Oh shit…oh my god, you already…” Dex looks from me, to Kyle, then to Talon, and back to me. I, of course, blush even redder. “About fucking time,” Dex says as he throws his bag onto his bunk. “I mean seriously, none of us give a shit what you’re sticking your dick into.” He laughs and sets about straightening his bunk.

“Well, I guess that cat’s out of the bag,” I grumble. Just then Peacock comes up behind me.
 

“Heya Red,” he says with a smile.
 

“Hey Eric. You okay?”

The look on his face says it all; it’s strained. “We still need to have that talk, don’t we?”
 

He shrugs. “We have plenty of time.” He smiles and gets himself situated and Mouse isn’t that far behind him. Tori steps onto the bus with a large black duffle slung over her shoulder.
 

“Hey Tori, let me show you to your bunk,” I say. She nods and we slide past the boys. Dex wiggles his ass at me as I pass and I smack it, hard. Which makes my hand sting, Talon and Kyle laugh and Dex starts spouting something about harder next time. A creepy chill runs through me.

Once we arrive at the mall, Tori, Kyle, Rusty, Beck, Mills and I all go inside, leaving the rest of the guys at the bus. Our goal is surveillance and to meet with the rotunda coordinator. When we enter the mall, it is a few hundred decibels louder in here today than it was yesterday when I walked through.
 

The hallway from the door going into the mall is lined with people screaming and shouting. Some of them get really excited when they see me. “Maybe we should take her back to the bus,” I hear Tori say to someone and I turn around.
 

“No, I have a job to do. I am Addison the employee, not Addison the singer right now. Let them cheer.”

“Addison, we’re only concerned about your safety.”

I look around the room. There is event staff stationed about every ten feet along the barricades holding people back. “I think we’re good.”

A short, stocky woman carrying a radio and a clipboard quickly approaches us. Kyle stands between her and I. “I’m Kyle Black, are you Annie?” She nods. “We spoke on the phone.”
 

“Oh of course, Kyle.”
 

“This is Addison. If you can’t find me, she’s your next in line.” I shake her hand.
 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m going to assume you’re the Addison they’re shouting about right now,” she says rather loudly, but her voice doesn’t carry far because of all the noise.
 

“That would be me. Sorry about that.”

“Oh heavens don’t be. We love this. Though the stores on the other hand, not so much.” She laughs. “We have a back door the band can enter through and then it’s a much shorter distance to the stage. Which is on the other side of the elevator there.” She turns and points. “We cut the autograph line off at five hundred. We’ve only guaranteed the first two hundred to be able to get their autographs. Pictures are up to you guys to handle. Allow them or don’t, but we do have a photographer here, hired by Vicious.”